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So today was D-day....Deployment Day. In all honesty, I'm not sure I've ever been this sad, or felt this empty in a long time. Yes, I know he's only going to be gone for 3-4 months, yes I know he's in the pansy-ass Air Force and the big, bad Army will be protecting the perimeters of the base, but he's still gone. He's still away from his family. And I still miss him terribly.
Dropping him off & saying goodbye to him today was one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. Add to that, the fact that I also had a 13 & 10 year old who were pretty darn sad too, and it doesn't make for a pretty morning.
But I did get a call from him tonight. He had an 8 hour layover before his flight to _______ (Yes, I'm sure I could be put the name of the place, but I wouldn't be following good OPSEC then) Then he's not sure how long he's going to be there before the next leg of his trip. He did tell me that when they were in the first airport, while he & the other 20 or so people who were going with him were walking through the airport, people started clapping. Then, an older woman came up to him while he was eating, and told him that she was very proud of what the military was doing for our country. Then as he was waiting to board the plane, another gentleman came up to him and told him that he knew the media gave the military a bad rap, but that he wanted Dave to know that there were people out there who supported the troops and appreciated what they were doing. I can't even describe how proud Dave sounded when he told me that.
Anyway, the half a Klonopin I took is starting to kick in, so I'm outta here. See ya on the flip side ;o)
I just typed a friggin book, and apparently, this lovely website was under construction, so when I went to save it, it ended up in that big area known as cyberspace! I'm a tad pissed right now. (What a great first entry for my blog, huh?!)
I so cannot remember half of what I wrote. So I'm going to try to sum it all up: my husband was supposed to leave for "over there" on November 6th. Then yesterday it got changed to November 1. Then today it got changed to October 31st. I'm sick of being a military wife. I know I married into the military, without an M-16 pointed at my head; but it sucks, and I'm so ready for it to be over. I dream so many times of waking up in a "normal" life. Granted, we'd have to win the lottery in order for us to be able to make up for the lack of BAH and other things, but sometimes it just seems like it'd be nice to be "normal"
My girls are not dealing well with Daddy leaving. I know they're 10½ & 13½ (and yes, you *have* to add those "½" in there LOL), but this is a first for us. Yes, Dave has gone away for schooling for 4 months before, but he was in the United States, not some Godforsaken country.
And yes, you may be able to tell from this post that I'm not particularly for this war. But let me clarify that I am for the troops. As Toby Keith once said "you don't have to support the war or the president, but you need to support the troops" (or something along those lines!) I'm damn proud of my husband and all the other men & women out there fighting for our country. It saddens me that they're over there, and not home with their families, but I am behind the troops 150%.
Well, my nursing care plan calls, so I must end this rambling. Does anyone have any idea what a PITA it is to sit down and try to write a care plan for a fictitious patient, when you'd rather be sleeping?! ;o) Ah, the joys of nursing school!
